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We are concerned about role models for children using the sort of tactics that Doctor Who used against the Dalek. If that was transferred into the playground it would be something we would want to tackle

Call me a joker, call me a foolRight at this moment Im totally coolClear as a crystal, sharp as a knifeI feel like Im in the prime of my lifeSometimes it feels like Im going too fastI dont know how long this feeling will lastMaybe its only tonight

Cannot reference Dr Who, Im more ab-fab unfortunately. Ill have to do more research on that.

Re: the Nozkowski that's on Zips blog. Why paint a picture of a broken grid? Isnt it stronger to make a picture using a broken grid? I just don't trust the Image. I feel like one has to take it inside yourself. Oh, now I get it

Because if these are about how the figure and the ground play off each other, then I want to see the ground doing more. It's an epic battle; a beautiful struggle. Way more shocking than here portrayed, in my experience. But certainly his vocab is intelligent.

Capitalists are so hungry for profits that they will sell us the rope to hang them with

-MC Escher

My brain is blazing strong and uprisingMy mind is thinking faster than my eyes be blinkingCheck out the science of me, and my chemitryAesthetic, altruistic, thoughts flow endlesslyFlowing and growing, showing and provingPulled by gravity , but I keep moving with

I went to get the mouth but there was no bailThe fellows start to riot in the county jailTwo days later in municipal courtKilo g on trial cold cut a fartDisruption of a court, said the judgeOn a six years sentence my man didn't budgeBailiff came over to turn him inKilo g looked up and gave a grinHe yelled out fire!, then came suzi

The bitch came in with a sub-machine uziPolice shot the bitch but didn't hurt herBoth up state for attempted murder

Cuz the boyz in the hood are always hardYou come talkin' that trash we'll pull your cardKnowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't said shit ...

Yo, I speak at schools a lot cause they say I'm intelligentNo, it's cause I'm dope, if I was wack I'd be irrelevantI'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled inYou leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicineBut the troubles you have today you just can't laugh awayStay optimistic, thinking change is gonna come like Donny HathawayYou have to pray, on top of that, act todayCause opportunity shrivel away like Tom Hanks in "Cast Away"Everybody pass away, the pastor prays, the family mournin'Everybody act accordin' to the season that they born in (You'll try to change the world)You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin'In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by the sword andAll that folks want is safety, they goin' gun crazyThe same reason Reagan was playin' war games in the '80sThe same reason I always rock dog chains on my babiesThe struggle is beautiful, I'm too strong for your slavery

oh wow! headcheese and bologny are my favorite colors!Dear Internet, you've pwned my life.And if you had an orifice I'd make you my wife.We'd do those freaky things that you show me daily.Program you a voice to say, 'œBeefy! Spank me!'Throw a shout out to ya when I update my blog.5 hours without you is far too long.You help me keep in touch with my fans,But they don't donate. Help me get more fans!Let's all thank God for miss Ada Lovelace.Now load up my dirty pics of Gromit and Wallace.Load Goatse and tubgirl.Webcest from the US, all over the world.I really don't believe Al Gore is your father,But to tell the truth you'd make one hell of a daughter.Just a warning: May Cause Virginity.You're one half my friend. One half my enemy.

I'm here for a convention and I happened to hear your voice on the radio. I kept hoping you'd introduce Pearl Jam's latest hit, but much to my chagrin, you were doling out worthless little advice pellets from your psychiatric pez dispenser.

High School? You are way ahead of yourself.Unfortunately at high school, mostly, you learn, you don't have time to discover. Heaven Orbit, you don't pay the fees to have your kid focus play, do you? That just isn't in the top five curriculum.

I think what is attracting people to this is the diversity and 'at play' message that comes across.He doesn't so much as tinker he plays with things to see how they come up. So right, Klee is a good example! Klee was one of my favorites at say ten, Duchamp by 12, another person who plays, and then by 14 it was the conductor Mondrian.What all have in common is 'play'. They make up the rules.

A friend sent a letter. It contained a book of drawings by Kelly, just full of play and inquiry. It's almost painful to look through. Nothing seems to be happening with ease. You turn ten pages, and something just pops up. And you remember that that got turned into a painting. The letter inside read '...this is what I'm looking at, and also Ad Reinhardt'. And I thought, Ok, and here it comes WW #4, MIDNIGHT MEETS MIDDAY.

You always said, the cards would never do you wrongThe trick you said was never piay the game too longA gamblers share, the only risk that you would takeThe only loss you could forsakeThe only bluff you couldnt fake

And youre still the sameI caught up with you yesterdayMoving game to gameNo one standing in your wayTurning on the charmLong enough to get you byYoure still the sameYou still aim high

Shoot high aim lowWho says's there's got to be a reasonShoot high let goWho says there's got to be an answer

I want to go to cool places toniteI wanna go to cool places with youAnd after that we'll slip out for a biteA coffee shop, and toast, coffee and juiceAnd then we'll sleep 'til 5 P.M.And start it up all over againI never want to cool down, cool down, cool, cool, cool

I love it when KJ buttonholes someone in a gallery – especially at openings. I can hardly bear to watch, it’s so embarrassing, but at the same time it has a sort of hideous fascination. He’s really the closest thing the NY art world has to Ricky Gervais.

And when he just calls out to people across the gallery or even on the street, I just can't look. Not that you can see much anyway, as you point out. But it's like "Hey Dana! Over here! Love your show!"

Since early April, teachers at the Dongfanghong kindergarten have been assiduously spraying children and classrooms with a disinfectant daily. Still, by Tuesday, when the authorities shut the school, nearly 100 of the school’s 500 students were being kept home by their parents. “A lot of parents are concerned about the contagiousness,” said Xu Yanyan, the school’s headmistress.

Changing an orange to an apple is not a difficult trick, if you know the secret. The orange is placed beneath a napkin, and when the cloth is removed, there is the apple instead. You will also learn The Ghost Knot and Tony Clark's Scarf Thruough Arm! Extra Bonus!!

The image painter has up reminds me of that big thing R D did ages ago, and newer one still in the old C here, kinda thing. You got the flat plates version and then the little #D version below sitting or twisting on the ground. Ain't that funny enough for ya all.

for some reason this is the one i like. These are very hard to explain--but how it thwarts your desire to see thru the cut outs to the background is enjoyably perverse. The strange head like shape clinging to/thrusting from the side is oddly satisfying. Every shape different, Nothing touching. background holding its own.

Holy crap, im 18/M and my butt looks exactly like pic 3 the tanned ones. damn i hate these strethc marksand im so self concious >_< .here in F***ing India i cant even seem to find Cocoa Butter , heard it helps lighten them. omg and now that i started gyming its gonna worsen !_! im not fat at all neither hav i lost any weightWHY GOD WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Lazzaro shoots him after a public speaking event in a future where the United States has been balkanized. During Billy's public speech he declares that following his lecture he will be killed, so he uses this fact to convey his message that because time is another dimension all three-dimensional slices as we know them exist simultaneously. Therefore, everyone is always alive and death is not a tragic event.

I was really trying to think something through and politics was informing every thing that we were doing in those days, with Vietnam, with the early days of feminism, and with the Civil Rights movement.... I felt that I could no longer do big paintings that were for an audience of the very institutions that I then despised. The last thing I wanted to do was to paint for a museum, to paint for a bank lobby. I wanted to paint paintings that could lit in my friends' rooms. (2)

What is striking is that Nozkowski has taken a format that originated as a bourgeois convention--the domestic-scaled painting--and claimed it as politically subversive. His devotion to smallness also reflects a broader art-historical moment--one in which avant-gardism had become so much the norm that a certain anti-avant-gardism conversely became an effective way to resist conformity. However, the complexity of his paintings belies their moderate sizes; Nozkowski achieves monumentality in minute measurements. His paintings lure the eye to their surfaces and demand prolonged looking. At exhibitions of his work, one notices people spending real time with pictures--tilting their heads, stepping back, forward, moving to the next painting, and quickly returning for another look. It is an intimate, often exhausting, exercise.

Thats a nice sales pitch web thing, but painting small is about as political as chewing bubble yum instead of big red. I couldn't find anything about being generous to a fault but I did discover I was completely stunned by my passion--by my holy rages against the way the modern age was trying to shape everybody into automatons

Sometimes before lectures his knees were trembling. Afterward he would sometimes go out and throw up. He was often worried that he hadn't lectured well. Sometimes he'd be brilliant and think he'd done awfully. Sometimes he'd be self-indulgent and repetitive--and wouldn't really know the difference or whatevert

I’d have to rank Tom up there in the top five or ten painters working in New York nowadays. Considering his contrarian leanings with scale and his strict abstract stance, which may at this historic point, be reactionary. If I was going to fault anything about the work it would be its taughtness, an almost crystalline perfection derived from a lifetime of focused striving. The results are admirable and I respect what he’s done by staying focused and sticking to his guns. But for me it’s almost like walking around with your butt clenched all the time, continually flexing your abs so you don’t look flabby. I’m hoping he might loosen up a bit take a breath, pass a little gas, ad some slackness to the toolbox. JK

It will soon be necessary to remark those who do nothing remarkable. I love you I no longer love you he loves another woman for example. What is so droll, however, is that all the books which do analyze this phenomenon, usually to deplore it, must sacrifice themselves to the spectacle if they're to become known.To the false earth without elements of the fourth dimension and i set up walls that crumble one must live fire catches the grasses the roots of the trees one must live you won't have me i enter the moon printed shadows on the yellow dress with two very distinct smiles in the eyes that one must know how to capture together in order to see you walk in order to be tired i speak without ambiguity

Because naming any large vessel Titanic is just asking for trouble, the ship soon has itself a big accident, and The Doctor has to lead a motley group of passengers and staff -- including a cocktail waitress played by Australian-born pop star Kylie Minogue -- through the wreckage. The episode is less a "Titanic" homage than a "Poseidon Adventure" pastiche, and while the special effects are nifty and some individual moments stand out (The Doctor announcing his identity in a hero close-up, the sacrifices of several doomed passengers), overall it lacks an emotional hook. The fate of the ship -- and of Earth -- is at stake, but there's little at stake for The Doctor himself, as opposed to the previous Christmas specials.

he had the best relationship with people when there was some discursive dance back and forth. He could spin a pretty good tale in his lectures, but when I would say 'I don't think this is true' or 'There's another way to see this' he never shut the thing down. We did have pretty stormy discussions. But when it came time to write me a letter of recommendation he wrote a really stellar letter that opened a lot of doors for me whatevertconsider thisd There are differences in opinion on this one. Certainly, people have believed for centuries that retaining flatulence is bad for the health. Emperor Claudius even passed a law legalizing farting at banquets out of concern for peoples' health. There was a widespread belief that a person could be poisoned or catch a disease by retaining farts.

I was there at the end. Grown like a hole, blowed up bigger and puffed out for a span of infinite spreads in all directions. Out to all. Everybody knows this truly but then who knows anything when the work just comes to those who forget it's over and blunder on! I wouldn't say it's a real problem solver, but then like what's the point of a smoking barrel when the sun just rises (or the earth tilts) and we all live to scrape another day. Particles, part-participles, plumes of possibility, all twined up in some idea of presence. But really the key to the future is how many times the same thing can disguise itself as something else, a dodge here and there, all finding new ways to say the same shit, it's slow and it burns all night and into the sunrise, coz somehow the combinations are endless and the whole thing just either plugs on itself to some while others just hyper down the chute and mix like hell BLAM. KAPOW. SCHNEEEE... Superheroes are defeated but myth is realer and longer and more robust and will outlive us all, so long as someone keeps putting it down on that giant cave wall in the june paik dreampark. Off. Away.

back to the origin my life is an imageless corridor and while i'm at it in the order of things i except nuances a man gives in his language names of children and bread to the pigeons with a mechanical arm night comes without one being aware of it i walk barefoot on the beach what he didn't saw he grimaced on contact with the pebbles i assume the vindicative flight of love caught up in the game of docile vision however it was not so simple the truth is that he would speak to the girls he loved so they'd know in order later to anticipate his silences and he rendered them infinitesimal each breath he could increase the size of a fart up to the stars art unhinges the emotional personality creation splits in two rot plus creation i turn on the out-of-date trajectory of nights rumpled by four of the he recapitulated the inclemencies with a mathematical precision

What hath their revolution wrought? A brochure, "The Feng Shui of Ironing," which comes with Rowenta irons. It explains that "a wrinkle is actually 'tension' in the fabric. Releasing the tension by removing the wrink-le improves the flow of ch'i." Right on, Rowenta.

Ive never ever met a kid called Joplin in my latte town. Never met a kid named Janis either. There are about a million Dylans. Our bohos are looking for odd names for their kids these days--Mamie, Cora, Ezra, August. Hey whatever. This guy told me he wanted to name his kid Earl but didnt fly wit the wife.

My grapa was named Earl. I'd go with something evocative of the frontier like Chester or Wendy. Good wholesome sounding names so when they get picked up for smoking weed in the park, they can hold their heads up high and laugh like dust in the wind, which is all we are of course.

Remember when everyone listened to the same five radio stations? Weird.

A habitual wearer of flowing scarves which trailed behind her, Duncan's fashion preferences were the cause of her death in a freak automobile accident in Nice, France, on the night of September 14, 1927 at the age of 50. The scarf was hand painted silk from the Russian born artist; Roman Chatov. The accident gave rise to Gertrude Stein's mordant remark that "affectations can be dangerous."

Zipthwung, you are clearly not going to stop the excessive commentary, most of it having nothing to do with the work in question. And this is partly BECAUSE someone like me is asking you to park it. Mostly it's because you are a ham. I hope you know you are driving many people away from this awesome blog so you can woo two people with your free-association skills. You are clearly smart and have a lot to say but give some others a break from having their patience taxed. Your last comment had some wisdom but cut the fat. Please! Anyone in agreement please say so.

Mind Blast: The mind blast is the mind flayer's signature ability and it's the toughest to circumvent. The lone rogue or ranger scouting up ahead is terribly vulnerable to this attack because of their poor Will saves. In fact, they may not fight again this side of a raise deadspell.

Even when attacking the creature as a coordinated group, the 60-foot cone is apt to get most, if not all, of the party. Thwarting the mind blast ability is a difficult proposition requiring powerful magic. The spells to use are spell resistance, protection from spells, or spell immunity (since mind blast is the equivalent of a 4th-level spell). Even without these powerful preventive magics, having a large group attack enhances the chances that at least one of your party will make her saving throw.

Another suggestion from Lords of Madness is to use a summoned creature that is immune to the stun

I believe that what I’m doing is actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world. We slowly build up a whole web of associations and meanings. Information overload refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. It is often referred to in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as e-mail and the Web. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.

Your methods are as valid as anyone else's. When anyone talks about anything tangents are inevitable. But one has to bring it down to the BASE TOPIC sooner than later because other people want to drop a penny in the bucket too. I do not have beef with the method. I have beef with the volume and fat. I'm talking about etiquette. The rambling is more appropriate for live chat rooms. You're going to do what you're gonna do but at least think about how that affects this awesome blog in general and the people who want to use it as a topic-based (at least some of the time) forum. One can whistle as loud as one wants in "public 'spaces" like this, but it doesn't mean it's polite.

The first rude boys in the 1960s were associated with the poorer sections of Kingston, Jamaica, where rocksteady was the most popular form of music. They dressed in the latest fashions at dancehalls and on the streets. Many of these rude boys started wearing sharp suits, thin ties, and pork pie or Trilby hats; inspired by United States gangster movies, jazz musicians and soul music artists. In that time period, disaffected unemployed Jamaican youths sometimes found temporary employment from sound system operators to disrupt competitors' dances (leading to the term dancehall crasher). This — and other street violence — became an integral part of the rude boy lifestyle, and gave rise to a culture of political gang violence in Jamaica. As the Jamaican diaspora grew in the United Kingdom during the 1960s, rude boy music and fashion, as well as the gang mentality, became a strong influence on the skinhead subculture.

In philosophy, a Dérive is a French concept meaning an aimless walk, probably through city streetsIn the final analysis, Windsock Ridge points in the direction of sustainable energy Trolls known as gravediggers purposefully post in old and irrelevant threads simply to bring that thread to light again. This methporical use of "gravedigger" is already attested in Karl Marx's own writings, and was continued in the same sense by Lenin, Trotsky and many other Marxist theoreticians and leaders.

if this turned into the politically correct book-club suggested we'd never get anywhere near the truth. it needs hard edges as much as it needs soft ones. but it does need both in measures.

to filtrate - i'm surprised in this 'modern' world you haven't encountered this same situation at every turn. i'd rather search through the hay to find the peanuts, searching through peanuts to find hay is not real world. neither is peanuts and no hay. hay is life. the wise know how even to extract the truth from the hay itself.

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i live in NYC and i know plenty of people who used to post here. no longer... all because of Zip. you can't shame him either. his narcissism is boundless. i fucking hate the guy and won't read a word he writes.

I don't think "life isn't fair" is an adequate justification for Z's indulgences, and while he is right that our knowledge and experience often do grow through leisurely circumlocution, his approach is a caricature, to say the least.

I just scroll past him and look for more interesting comments. Think of it as moving to a different table.I am having a real hard time with this painting.The flowing scarf suggestion is a very different handing of space from what I'm used to from this artist. Of course I feel guilty for seeing it like that; it is more complex than a single twisted sheet. And the varieties of contours, especially in the top half, have it all over the bottom half. Maybe that's the pont: it's a painting of a progression from monotony to variety?

# As the saying goes, the politics in academia are so ugly because the stakes are so low. But when the stakes become about something that at least one group of people see as “something,” that’s when they can get really really ugly.# It’s amazing how a group of faculty who are otherwise not empowered or involved in things can cause a big fight.# People who have advanced degrees in fields like English are just as capable as anyone else of misreading texts and/or writing things with one supposed intention when it would appear to others to have the exact opposite intention. In other words, we all bring our own “terministic screens” to the party. The wikipedia entry on Kenneth Burke describes terministic screens as “a set of symbols that becomes a kind of screen or grid of intelligibility through which the world makes sense to us.

a self-regulating system... with no governance... i'm impressed... have we been bred diplomatik or is it a human thang...

nozkowski is not an unusual painter. his prowess for finding new systems of the visual is almost unsurpassed at the moment as jk mentioned, he's up there with the good ones working today. i guess you could say what he's searching for most in the work is an interesting set of dynamics. it's an urge that is shared by experimental musicians but thank god he focuses on trying to produce resonance most of the time with flecks of dissonance. doing things the other way around is terrible on the spirit.

though i agree this one does treat scale inside itself differently than most.

And you never know from game to game exactly how the child you play with will attempt to cheat this time, so it is always exciting. By the way, remind me to tell you about my ingrown toenail. Actually, on second thought, I prefer that nobody know about it, it's a little embarrassing. So, never mind.

[...]. You know, for being a game I played as a kid that kids still play. But other reviewers have pointed out that young kids constantly get turned around going up the ladders and down the chutes. That's true, I'll dock a star for that, it does make it a hard game to play with any kid young enough to be interested in playing it. They could put little arrows across the bottoms of the rows to help people along, or a little trail of footprints or something cute like that. Still, kids do gravitate towards this game, they seem to like the little subplots around each chute and ladder, little stories of rewards and consequences.

3.In the last row of game play there are three chutes with only a couple of spaces separating them, which makes it VERY difficult for anyone to win and the game to be over. This gets annoying after a while and frustrating to little people.

So, we like this game, but it isn't our favorite. Be aware of your child's ability to recognize numbers and handle game frustration.

The point of patterns is not to describe tricks any of us have invented individually, but solutions many of us have come up with, independently, to solve a wide range of problems.

In academic or research paradigms, originality is key. With patterns, originality is not important; in fact, the best validation one can give a pattern is to say it's not original, that it's ubiquitous. We need to find a way to say, "your work is not original" in a way that's positive and supportive. We also need to avoid the net newbie's classic, "Me, too!," with a lengthy restatement or quote of the solution. (See: MeToo)

Therefore: Say "I have this pattern" when you want to reinforce someone else's experience with your own.

Validation based on pattern recognition sounds like the academic paradigm to me, but I'm not sure academia is so isolated. I do like the idea of nurture through finding commonalities.Ok so I don't always skip Zip.

Many writers have recognized patterns in Nozkowski, i.e., art historical references, and/but/and/but what makes him notable is the originality, the unique voice, which gains part of its power in relief against the recognizable echoes of Dove et al.

You get the feeling that if he ever somehow failed to sneak at least one semicolon into a paragraph, he might suffer some kind of syntactic withdrawal—his overworked right-hand pinkie finger would start to sweat and twitch uncontrollably over its home-key, until he managed to calm himself down with the methadone of a comma splice or an em dash;Noah "sent forth a dove from him to see if the waters were abated from off the face of the ground."

Sunlight does not reach the surface of Uranus and the pressures are enormous -- millions of times that of the pressure on the Earth's ocean floors. The temperatures are far below freezing. (-270 degrees F to -380 degrees F.) This does not mean it is beyond the realm of possibilites that life could exist there, but it makes it highly unlikely.

"his narcissism is boundless."Well said. The naughty/nice reduction does not apply here. There's lots of grey in between that's more interesting. And there's PLENTY of grey that has nothing to do with zip's type of irritating excess. Hay is necessary for sure. But there's a difference between self-indulgent wankery and hay. Even the most profound content and forms can become wankery by its repetition without rest. And Zip does not rest. "Terministic screens" are inevitable. Everyone knows that already. No one sees everything the same way. Zip defends his methods as if he was the only one who's gone to grad school or read a book. As a result people leave here in droves.But Zip does not care because he loves the sound (and I stress SOUND) of his own voice too much. I've said my last bit on this subject. I will try to withstand the bad weather and concentrate on the work.

Man, zip is the best thing since sliced bread. His particular way of club sandwich, the version with the watercress and tomato with the crusts chain-sawed off, is worthy of note. Large man who toddles in pimms before 8 is a man of the whorl, and one of my heart. For his birthday I intend to present him with a 3 feet wide, that's 36 inches, eyeliner brush and large barrel of thick blood ooze [that's black], something I hope he'll use in one foul-fit-quick sweep across the screeeeen, his mean machine. Saddle up!Zip, 'longing for civil talk', less angelic name talk about me, longs you. Please be a decent chap and give Ms. Civil a minute of your time. I mean, discuss a canvas, you can fall asleep while you do.

Nozkowski ≠ boundless + a tad conservative = not inventing the wheel (again), which really needs to happen time to time, but is in service of things we know and love, and good service it is at that.

BMW.Personally I think I would go with the Abts if I had to choose. They sink like rocks with the sound of little bells.But then, they Are both good. I hear 14 and 16 inch stretcher bars are out of stock across at Pearl... don't effect the screen, boo-hoo!

I believe that what I’m doing is actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world. We slowly build up a whole web of associations and meanings. Information overload refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. It is often referred to in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as e-mail and the Web. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.

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How come it’s mainly women that complain about reading here, and pause only to write about that, while men are happy to go on writing, prefer not to read too much beyond that?

The girls ask for quality, the boys answer with quantity. Readers or writers, it seems to make a difference.

It’s a familiar dialogue.

It’s true the threads no longer attract comments from Kelli, Cookie, Poppy or Nomi and they’re missed. But I hardly think they were deterred by Zip. They commented alongside him in 2006 or 7. I think it’s more likely they just have better things to do, even on the web. This is just a recreation after all. No-one’s obliged to make a contribution or measure it in some way. If you want something special from the forum, you’re going to have to raise it yourself. Readers who can only complain about writers are just passengers.

How do you know whos a boy and whos a girl? anyway painters a girl...and thats all that matters...

Please don't put your life in the hands Of a rock and roll band Who'll throw it all away I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed 'Cuz you said the brains I had went to my head Step outside, 'cuz summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off your face 'Cuz you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out And so, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as she's walking on by My soul slides away But don't look back in anger I heard you say ...At least not today.

Sneeze and the whole world passes you by. eageag you din;t read nowzkowski's statement, talk about lazy. Do people read anymore? Or is it all about collecting insects - might help you dodge the draft. Don't ask how I know or if I know, because I don't. Speaking of drafts, the butterfly net is coming - and a mighty unpopular move it will be. Where will all the flowers go? I don;t think we can avoid it in the long haul. Look at Myanmar - probably 100,000 people dead and No dozeski is making more lyrical found object still lifes than you can shit stones at. Well bully for you old chap, I guess life has treated you harshly, what with a clever son who makes clever videos, and a lot of adoring fans from your cushy ivory tower. Is art therapy? Your paintings seem to answer that question. But who buys them? People who need facials no doubt. Well Ive got plenty of shit to sling at them. Come and get it suckers. Poops on you. Yeah, go hang by your thumbs, I'll be making ammo. Or you will, and I;ll just load up and shit. GOd I love this all you can eat fecal buffet. Yeah, everybody say my name. Oooh its so shamefull. Art of retards. you want to be in it? Flip and dismissive. Don;t call it a movement, because I still need to take a shit.

I mean sign the guest book, be my guest. I'll sign it back and we can look at each others names next week. YOu werent all girls or one person were you? I mean keep it real. And what about the paitning? Did you see the 40 paintings at Pace? Did they thrill you? Really? I thought a few were good, but fuck, Pace!

Now that the smokes goneAnd the air is all clearThose who were right thereGot a new kind of fearYoud fight and you were rightBut they were just to strongTheyd stick it in your faceAnd let you smell what they consider wrongThats why I say hey man nice, nice shotWhat a good shot man

Nozkowski is, for me, a great painter. I think he's honest with his approach and hangs his paint on painterly concerns rather than concepts. I like that he contrasts qwerky shapes, patterns and textures in surprising and un-pretty ways...he chooses colors that sit uncomfortably on top of swishy grounds. He's the ultimate formalist and I don't care two shits whether he paints small or for his friends apartments. I saw that video a while back and was so awestruck by his approach to subject matter. Very cool. Like Clough (someone mentioned already) he has a similar desire to get up close to things we take for granted.

Klee: 'Art does not reproduce the visible but makes things visible'

Quantity v quality?...hmmmm... I think we would all get more from quality, gender aside.

Oilgirl, I understand and agree with the distinction you are making between "painterly concerns" and "concepts" in Nzk's work, but could explain these terms more? I think some painterly concerns are concepts but not all concepts are painterly concerns.Thierry DeDuve mentions in passing that Duchamp loved Matisse. is matisse a "conceptual painter" and more to the point, is Nozkowski? And idon't want to fall into that trap of saying "hey, LEonardo was a conceptual painter because there were concepts." Can we agree that painting is a different enterprise in different times?BUt what are the times now? Can a conceptual painter be defined as one who questions (to use a catch-all word) what painting is at that moment? (yes) And at this moment it is no longer so urgent that this questioning take place in the expanded field of installation, etc a la Stockholder or Apfelbaum, but rather in relation to what you call painterly concerns, and perhaps that very limitation acts as a polemic.I think it's hilarious that Pearl is out of 16" stretcher strips. 36 is a good size.

Also bravo for using the term formalist, because it it time to rescue it from anti-Greenberg oblivion, after 40-50 years. It cannot be made to mean only one thing. formalist art in the best sense is exceedingly human.

I believe that what I’m doing is actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world. We slowly build up a whole web of associations and meanings. Information overload refers to the state of having too much information to make a decision or remain informed about a topic. It is often referred to in conjunction with various forms of Computer-mediated communication such as e-mail and the Web. The term was coined in 1970 by Alvin Toffler in his book Future Shock.

Yes. Nozkowski is to be applauded for his lack of pretention. But the statement is pretentious (as usual), in that what he is doing is not "actually very close to our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world"

but:

"actually our normal way of looking at and thinking about the world"

unless maybe you have low self esteem. You tell me.

But if you paint for a while, you will realize that his "eye" or ability to translate environment to painting, contains (inhabits) echos of the Calvinist ideals of Clement Greenberg, the apotheosis of which is heraldic chevrons.

This is wrong.

Why is Nozkowski singled out among many? Because he is a nice guy who teaches well and who has been painting since before you were watching Howdie Doodie.

VC, It's so refreshing to look at a painting that's about the paint rather than the concepts behind it. Probably it's not possible to have a painting without a concept - your right - but I'm less interested in artists who make their work to be about the state of human suffering or whatever, to the point where it takes over the reason to make an image on a flat surface bound by edges. So it's just refreshing to have a small honest painting in front of you that experiments with what paint can do. Simplistic? I guess so.

yeah, same image I linked. There are so many abstract painters out there. Some work the concept further than the paint, which is good. Others rely on the structural approach, which is OK if you shift it, as Noz does. Some have taken it right out of the arena of the tube, the easel, even the wall--it's all good. Keep all the doors and windows open, let in the breeze.I have this dream -- the walls are moving out, the ceiling is on the fly, the floorboards are taking a hike, as the hinges unscrew. Art is poetry, painting is the tool!

Very informative and much appreciated, your pedagogical side is seeping through, there was a lot you said that I was unaware of and as far as chatting and career building, it isn't over yet and your place is reserved,

licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue scrawled across the shouldersof a dying town the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracksand the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing throughhe was a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behavebut the cops would never think to look inburma shaveand the road was like a ribbon and the moon was like a bonehe didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever knownhe kinda looked like farley granger with his hair slicked backshe says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hathow far are you going he said depends on what you meanhe says i'm only stopping here to get some gasolineI'm guess I'm going thataway just as long as it's pavedi guess you'd say i'm on my way toburma shave

and her knees up on the glove compartmenttook out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeerand she popped her gum and arched her backhell marysville ain't nothing but a wide spot in the roadsome night my heart pounds just like thunderi don't know why it don't explodecause everyone in this stinking town has got one foot in the graveand i'd rather take my chances out inburma shave

presley's what i go by why don't you change the stationcount the grain elevators in the rearview mirrormister anywhere you point this thinghas got to beat the hell out of the stingof going to bed with every dream that dies here every morninand so drill me a hole with a barber polei'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonightwhy don't you have another swigand pass that car if you're so bravei wanna get there before the sun comes up inburma shave

and the spider web crack and the mustang screamedsmoke from the tires and the twisted machinejust a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they savedlie swindled from them on the way toburma shave

and the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadowup against the car door on the shot gun sideand when they pulled her from the wreck you know shestill had on her shadesthey say that dreams are growing wild just this side ofburma shave

So what's the use between death and glory?I can't tell between death and glory.Happy endings, no they never bored me.Happy endings, they still don't bore me.They, they have a wayA way to make you pay.And to make you tow the line.Though I sever my ties.Because I'm so clever,But clever ain't wise.

And fuck forever,If you don't mind.Oh, fuck forever,If you don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind

So what's the tell between death and glory?I can't tell between death and glory.New Labour and Tory,Purgatory and happy familys.

One and the same,One and the same,No, it's not the same.It's not supposed to be the same.

You know about that way,The way they'll make you pay,And, the way, they make, you tow the line.I'll sever my ties.Oh I'm so clever,You're so clever, but you're not very nice.

...at least the songs are getting shorter! What does that mean? Does it mean anything? Rhapsody or something? Is that what it's all about?Such a fine time...Travels into Several Remote Places: A Painting, in Four Parts: First the Surgeon, then the Patient, The Healer. Finally The Several Noble Ships. Lot's of light and dark, and the squeeze. Different scales, odd offenders, stuff like that. Not an easy read but still, That's the Spring!Those Resnicks, especially the later ones, looked very worth being in the same room--as--guy on the bike says, no part reads greater than the next, though they are made of many the different. It's a very old rule. They probably thought, 'wonder if I'm gonna get caught with that one?'. But that's the good with the vid, it moves on, and those who pick get something...This Thomas Nozkowski might be an interesting one to take in this way. Is it wearing the overalls, or are the parts all stuck out all over the place? I'm not going to say! Even today when painters are bending over backwards to get the pow'n'dislocation, the maximum-impact, the best will have no part reading greater than the next. Mode: Thousands of little swords, darts, knives, pistol pellets penetrating skins, popping eye-white points red, auxiliaries meet estuaries spin the heart the gas out of the lungs flaming at the tips, breezing past armpit hairs, nothing out, Gullivers' in, the Seagull.

I thought of cave painting, I know, what a fucking cliche. That's what I thought.

My guess is he had an axe to grind, and that all the carbon stuck to the canvas.

Drearily overworked, reminded me of the crap I tried to paint on loft sized canvases. Pure gold I tell you, like going to the landfill, where they are, actually.

Resnik, unfortunately, kept his paintings. He thinned his black down with turp and swabbed it over the surface. I think if you did that once or twice you could make your point, but I suppose its a period, a phase, a signature style type dealio. I;d be curious to know how long he worked in this vein, and why.

But hes an expressionist, not an idea guy. So he was expressing himself. Did he mop his own floors?

So then knowing that he was a contemporary of major art stars but that no one shows his slides in college classes (the ones I went to) says a lot.

Maybe what it says is that Milton is second fiddle. Or maybe it says that some Romans are fat and like to read Gardner's while chewing on faculty cheeses.

His drearily period "black and drab is serious" palette reminded me of Louise Fishman, and together I expect they could lick the platter clean.

I might prefer it to a pump up the jams house paint esthetic - all those chatty pastels smugly shouting at you to turn that frown upside down. Fuck you, you know?

Nowzkowski is glib, as they say, and though a black wash over the top would seem affected, it would make me feel a little less disaffected.

different language but same little points, this one just two down on the list is good, don't you think ? I like how things are coming out of the mist, lining up, sharp and clean, then they fall and are dragged back into the mist to realign, form, shoot, fall back, into the mist, track, line, start back. But that's feudal right! Beautiful! But pretty stupid to do today. So what I'm thinking is how do you make peace today, as beautiful as the feudal, or as abstract expressions go?

All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment…

http://en.wikipediaorg/wiki/%C3%9Cbermensch

Symptoms from externally imposed isolation often include anxiety, sensory illusions, or even distortions of time and perception. However, this is the case when there is no stimulation of the sensory systems at all, and not only lack of contact with people. Thus, by having other things to keep one's mind busy, this is avoided.[1]

Still, long-term solitude is often seen as undesirable, causing loneliness or reclusion resulting from inability to establish relationships. Furthermore, it might even lead to clinical depression. However, for some people, solitude is not totally depressing. Still others (e.g. monks) regard long-term solitude as a means of spiritual enlightenment. Indeed, marooned people have been left in solitude for years without any report of psychological symptoms afterwards.

In contrast, some psychological conditions (such as schizophrenia[2]) are strongly linked to a tendency to seek solitude.

Yeah. When Stanley showed us his poem about getting a random profound message from an accidental discovery on the radio it reminded me immediately of my experience at Harold Rodgers' house, playing the oscillator along with the radio. Stanley's line, "Dialing from left to right¼", dovetailed perfectly with how I used to dial the radio and dial the oscillator at the same time and see if there would ever be one of those random but heaven-sent moments when they synchronized.

So Much Goin On These Days - Forget About Instinct - It's Not What Pays.Pleasure - Up And Down My Smile:1. A Carton Of Eggs Think. 2. It's All Worthwhile.Tell Me Spirit - What Has Not Been Done? I'll Rush Out And Do It. Or Are We Doin It Now?Wordless Chorus.

Fissure Is The Thrill Of The Day - Forget About Feeling - That's Not What Pays.But You Know - All Of This Can Change. Remember The Promise As A Kid You Made.Wordless Chorus.

We Are The Innovators. They Are The Imitators.Come On - Hey Don't You Know How We Started...We Forgot About Love - But Weren't Brokenhearted.

Boy, it's been a nong time since dem days. Hi, I'm Buckwheat, amemba me? And I have compied, pu you and ya nistenin' pejure, some of my favite songs. It's all here on this un pectacular offer. Bu-what sings! Take a wisten!

GirlI can't understand it why you want to hurt meAfter all the things I've done for you.I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger -Diamonds on your finger -Still you hang out all nightwhat am I to do?

My girl wants to party all the timeParty all the timeparty all the time.My girl wants to party all the timeparty all the time.She parties all the time - party all the timeShe likes to party all the time - party all the timeparty all the time - she likes to party all the timeparty all the time.

GirlI've seen you in clubs just hanging out and dancing.You give your number to every man you see.You never come home at night because you're out romancing.I wish you bring some of your love home to me.

But my girl wants to party all the timeMy girl wants to party all the timePartypartyparty she likes to party all the time.She likes to party all the time -She lets her hair downshe lets her body down:She lets her bodyshe lets her body down.Party all the time - do you wanna get any partyyeah.Party all the time - party all the time.

Res is a good contrast with Noz. Both are kind of late on the scene, find/make their scene behind them. I was curious to finally see the Res, having heard about them for years from hipper painters and always thinking to myself “I gotta get out more.”

I don’t feel so bad now hearing David Reed admit he hadn’t actually seen the b&w deal either, and he knew Res.

The giant b&w one reminded me of Mark Bradford. If only for scale and all-overness. But unfunky, and as Zip noted, a bit mean or stinting. If you’re ambitious enough to paint that big, I think you’ve gotta be able to afford enough paint. This is something I notice a lot, even amongst some well-heeled painters – I take it as a subtle vote of no confidence in themselves.

I peg Res next to Joan Mitchell. Especially when he’s riffin on Late Monet.

dek was, in the end, about fluidity -- composition, color, space on a canvas--with his late stuff, which I personally consider great work, a composite of aaaaaaaaaabx and pop. Someone is going to do his late name soon. But I don't know how well.How's that Wendy White going?i guess, too, that when you are looking thru Lasker's eyes no daub of paint is ever going to be enough, unless you churn like the School of london did against the grain of minimal. if I had been their teacher i would have confiscated the paint in an instant explaining, wildly wiggling a finger that finds its demure in entropy, human and heaven expose their richness drawn from the frugal. Dek got it! Another issue! The rain! Can we do something about that?, I mean, damp!

Us, and themAnd after all were only ordinary men.Me, and you.God only knows its noz what we would choose to do.Forward he cried from the rearAnd the front rank died.And the general sat and the lines on the mapMoved from side to side.Black and blueAnd who knows which is which and who is who.Up and down.But in the end its only round and round.Havent you heard its a battle of wordsThe poster bearer cried.Listen son, said the man with the gunTheres room for you inside.

I mean, theyre not gunna kill ya, so if you give em a quick short,Sharp, shock, they wont do it again. dig it? I mean he get offLightly, cos I wouldve given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!It was only a difference of opinion, but really...i mean good mannersDont cost nothing do they, eh?

Down and outIt cant be helped but theres a lot of it about.With, without.And wholl deny its what the fightings all about?Out of the way, its a busy dayIve got things on my mind.For the want of the price of tea and a slice

Dogs they roamRemember where their home isEveryone they meetChase away their enemiesHang out in the shadeAlways in the shadeWhen it's time to mate they'reNot too particularDogs they rule the night!They rule the nigh!tDogs they rule the night!

Finish every mealSettle for a snackChasing carsLike to hang out in the parkDogs they rule the night!They rule the night!Dogs they rule the night!Dogs they rule the night!They rule the night!Dogs they rule the night!

In the pack they're very braveThey're very braveAnd then after darkUnderneath the moon!Know what i mean?Ever watch 'em go?In to town when the sun goes downDogs they rule the night!They rule the night!Dogs they rule the night!Yeah, the dogs they rule the night!They rule the nightDogs they rule the night!Yeah!

Hi ady gr8 to hear from u. lol.. I know that agar mujhe bike chalana atihe to koi Nobel prize nahi milne wala.. But that was just a tangetnial thought!!! U r damn rit, cast away is a perfect eg..Hey Satan! Paid my dues.Playin' in a rockin' bandHey Mama! Look at meI'm on my way to the promise land

On to a more serious issue. I have always been wondering what keeps people motivated and focussed. What is it that drives them incessantly to pursue that extra inch, which often decides the fate of the rat race they find themselves in. As I zero down on to the various sources of impetus, an obvious thing that emerges out is the fact that, they all desperately need to WIN!!! They can't afford to lose.. Jab hame koi cheez ati avashyak hojati hai, tabhi hum uske baare main soch te hain, aur usme dirchasbi dikana shuru karte hain.

There are very few of us that can get there first. And those who can, Win, get there first. The keeping up with the Jones, is really beating the beegeez out of them. Like, Dan, take a look at my new red car. Dan says, Pete, extraordinary, young zip has a matchbox one just like it, been carrying it around for years. Pete says, Great! So Dan how is the ole hummer going?Great! It's in the garage right now getting a VW beetle front put on, and as it happens, it coming out red, Um yeah, like that, but a bit brighter I think. We might get the keys to the cars mixed up, but there will be no mixing up the cars!!!

On the phone, paint red, bright red, and the dingle on the front, forget it, I want a 72 beetle front. i don't care how much it costs. Tomorrow!

I asked the Turtle, and they said, well it's like this, it was the only way we could get a whole nation to share and grow together, to help build the other nations strong.Ok, I thought, leave turtle business to turtle business.

BTW, recently a buddy silkscreened loser on a T-shirt. Now half of Tokyo want one. Disguise!

He has said he's in pursuit of an "innocent eye" outside-of-language way of seeing, like when you first wake up in the morning and haven't had time to categorize what you're looking at. I like that. Although, as Mike Kelley says, "its all associational."

One of the great things about Nozkowski is the specificity of each painting -- they have such a particular internal logic. I thought this show was overhung, though, which made the work seem sometimes repetitive. The last show was better, weirder, less overworked. Some of the moves he makes are a bit too easy... that washy background and the hard-edged, solid forms in the foreground make for a quick spatial read, like Terry Winters' lazy reliance on push-pull relationships. Nozkowski is best when he pushes the oddness and ambiguity, but lets the process show.

Still, he's one of the best painters out there, the real deal, & it's always a pleasure to see his work.

I mean easy is fine if it's your thing. Making it look easy (which he does, because it is). But Im not impressed with quantity. takes away from my peacefull easy feeling. Which I like looking for but not finding.

It's fine that he makes it look easy -- that's part of the appeal -- but in some paintings the space is a fast read. Deep washy background, flat shallow foreground, there you go, Bob's yer uncle. Not always, but sometimes. I like it better when he messes with that formula.

Corn poop is one of the greatest mysteries in life. I grew up pondering the same question. This is what I think is happening: When we chew corn, the outer coating slips off the inner kernal. This outer yellow coating is almost entirely cellulose, and is indigestible. It passes through the gut untouched, and emerges looking like a whole kernal, although it is mostly just the outer skin. The inside of the kernal is starchy and digestible, and that is the part that we succeed in chewing up

Maintaining cheerfulness in the midst of a gloomy task, fraught with immeasurable responsibility, is no small feat; and yet what is needed more than cheerfulness? Nothing succeeds if prankishness has no part in it. Excess strength alone is the proof of strength.

Now therefore, while the youthful hueSits on thy skin like morning dew,And while thy willing soul transpiresAt every pore with instant fires,Now let us sport us while we may;And now, like am'rous birds of prey,Rather at once our time devour,Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.Let us roll all our strength, and allOur sweetness, up into one ball;And tear our pleasures with rough strifeThorough the iron gates of life.Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Rosenberg suggested that from the mid-1960s onward progressive culture ceased to fulfill its former adversarial role. Since then it has been flanked by what he called 'avant-garde ghosts' to the one side, and a changing mass culture on the other, both of which it interacts with to varying degrees. This has seen culture become, in his words, ‘a profession one of whose aspects is the pretense of overthrowing it.’

In painting he specially emphasizes Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse as pathfinders. The chapter Pyramide (Pyramid) shows the relationship and the differences between the arts. Kandinsky strives towards a joining of the arts to form a “monumental art”.

We came to understand that capitalism was more important than any particular form of State government. That was the real issue in 1968, and we weren’t able to change it. Capitalist development has already bypassed it. On that level, we finally won: The State stopped being the Nation-State. We understood that through work, through the activity of singularities, which are distinct from masses or classes, and we could move from class struggle to a new form of social activity. The working class as such could turn into a multitude. And that’s huge.